Some days are more successful than others. Today was a successful one. Sitting with my sandwiches in one hand, pen in the other, novel before me on the canteen table, I worked as usual through the pages of part five of my novel.
Time was, that there was a box of bone, carved by the huldufolk, in my novel. I’ve since changed that to a silver cup, and it works better as such, but I have wondered upon the magic that I bestow upon it later in part five; it’s always been a different kind of magic to anything that I’ve had my characters encounter before. Today I realised that actually, with a few subtle tweaks and it could be the same magic as in the pools that Eleanor jumps through to go between the worlds.